take it, take it all, take all that i have. i'd give it all away just to get you back.

Summer's POV
 
"One hundred and one." Sophie sighed, taking the temperature gage out of my mouth. She placed it in an empty glass on my bedside table. "Thats what you get for hooking up with a boy who had mono."
 
I rolled my eyes, taking the temperature gage out of the glass and putting it in my bedside drawer. I raised the empty glass to Sophie, silently begging for more juice. She happily took the glass, skipping out of my room.
 
I sat up in bed, running my hand through my hair. I couldnt remember the last time I got out of bed... I'd been sick with mono for three weeks now, missing two weeks of school. The fact that its snowing outside isnt making this recovery process any easier... Snow is my favorite thing. I've tried going outside multiple times now, but its just too hard to get up. The only thing I'm willing to get up for is going to the bathroom and taking a bath.
 
Talking is also a struggle.Thats why I'm glad I have Sophie. We've always been such great friends that we could always just read each others minds, in a way. One glance and we know what the other is thinking.
 
Sophie returned with my orange juice, placing it carefully in my hand. "Anything else you need before I head off to school?" I shook my head. Sophie had been great to me these past couple of weeks; she keeps up with my classes and gets my homework for me, she updates all our friends on how I'm doing, and she brings me food. She knows the way to be named my best friend is bring me food.
 
She's also the only friend that I let see me like this. Of course theres the occasional Chase, Sophies boyfriend of 6 months. He's like my dad, hes very protective of me, always having to screen the boys I date before I date them.
 
Wait, who am I kidding? I dont date. One time in seventh grade counts, right?
 
Sophie and Chase have this strange obsession with getting me a boyfriend. It's almost gotten out of hand, theyve kind of given up. I dont know why its so hard... I dont have high standards. Tall, dark and handsome, funny, atheltic, perferably a member of the schools football team. Oh, I have to have some sort of friendly relationship before hand as well, starting a relationship with the intent to hook up is just weird to me. I like turning friendships into relationships, which is where I go wrong most of the time.
 
"You thinking about Michael?" she asked, doing a double take back into my room. I shook my head no, but she gave me a look as if she knew I was lying.
 
"Okay, yes." I managed to say. My vioce was rough and scratchy.
 
"Sums, forget about him. He's icky. He's not your type. Get some rest and be well enough to come to my kickback tonight! Getting schwasted never fails to make me feel better!" Sophie doesnt like the idea of me and Michael dating much. Michael is one of Sophie and me's good friends. He's one of those guys you call when you're super drunk and you need a ride home. He's kind of nerdy, not quite the track star he wants to be, but he trys.
 
Sophie doesnt like him for me because she knows I could do better. She knows I'm settling. One of the things I hear most from her is "I dont want you to settle."
 
I think Sophie wants me to have a boyfriend so much because she has one, and she wants me to be as happy as her. Thats super sweet and really great and all but I'm not willing to just throw myself at any guy, and she struggles to understand that most of the time.
 
I nodded to Sophie. "Alright."
 
"Text me!" she winked before leaving, shutting the light off on her way out. She knows I like the natural light better.
 
I exhaled, sinking down onto my pillow, pulling my plush white duvet over my body.
 
I'm not exactly excited to sit on the couch while Sophie and Chase makeout all night, but what other choice do I have?
 
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Justin's POV
 
Watching her sleep was more peaceful than sleeping itself. Not that I could sleep anyway. Laying down was just too painful.
 
I rested my chin in my hand, proping my elbow on the armrest of the chair. I couldnt imagine how horrible I looked, but I didnt care. She was safe, thats all that mattered. Even with that little white bandage around her head, she looked beautiful. The small scrapes on the left side of her cheek, right on her cheekbone, were just little reminders of what she endured.
 
Kendall has retrograde amnesia. It means she forgot things that havent been committed to long-term memory. People affected with this type have trouble and inability recalling the past before the amnesia started. But in Kendall's case, she only forgot the past two years. She thinks she's fifteen again. She thinks shes still dating her ex, Taylor.
 
Taylor's a good guy. I mean, I hear nothing but good things about him. That is until he broke Kendall's heart.
 
He got caught up in the wrong crowd, started doing things he shouldnt. He ended up cheating on her, crushing her. Kendall and I had became close again just before they broke up, so I was there for her. I'd never seen someone so broken.
 
Her parents never approved of him since he was two years older than Kendall. She was 14, he was 16. She was 15, he was 17. Now she's 17, and he's 19.
 
When Kendall was 15, she lost her virginity to him. She left him within a month, after finding out about him cheating. She said it was her biggest regret, losing it. He tormented her at school, telling everyone about what they did. She was so embarrassed, she didnt come to school for a week. At the time I didnt bother ruffing him up a bit only because she still cared about him. But now that Kendall doesnt remember what happened, she loves him more than anything. She's been asking for him ever since she woke up, and no one has the heart to tell her that they're not together anymore. Or so I've heard. I actually havent seen her awake yet.
 
They said she may never get her memory back. She doesnt know who Trey is, or Dylan, Zach, Danielle, none of them, with the exception of Nicolette. She doesnt even know about her baby brother, Liam. He's only one, so she doesnt remember him.
 
She doesnt remember me.
 
Her hair was stilled curled, resting lightly on the crisp white pillow she was sleeping on. She was laying on her right ride, because her left was all scraped up. Her hand was laying infront of her face, on top of the pillow. She clutched the pillow case, gripping it tighter and tighter. Her eyes squinted, and just when I was sure she was waking up, she let out a sigh, letting go of the pillow. At least her voice was the same.
 
I relaxed a little. The last thing I wanted her to do was wake up to me staring at her. Trey told me shes been very scared of people she 'doesnt know'. Plus, I dont think I'm ready to see her awake... To see that same fright in her eyes from that night... To see her recoil away from me, it would just kill me...
 
The was a soft knock on the door. A moment passed and then Trey peaked his head in. "Hey man..." he whispered, seeing me awake. He came in quietly and shut the door behind him. Kendall didnt budge.
 
"Hey..." I whispered, looking back at Kendall.
 
"You should be sleeping..." He pulled up a chair next to me, setting his elbows on the armrests.
 
"It's kind of difficult to sleep with one side of your ribcage broken." I murmured. I saw a mirror over by the door. My lip was busted up pretty good and I had a big black bruise underneath my right eye. I was used to this sight already, but I didnt want Kendall to see me like this. But I couldnt stay away.
 
"Right." he nodded. "I should've helped you." he looked me in the eyes, and I could tell he regretted his actions.
 
"No. I'm glad you saved her first. She needed it more than I did." I looked back at her, pain filling my stomach as I saw the bandage.
 
"So you would've done the same?" he asked, looking at her.
 
"Of course." the room fell silent for a moment. "She means so much to me."
 
"I know she does." he sighed, leaning forward. "So what are you gonna do? I mean she doesnt even know you..."
 
I was just asking myself that question. What happens when she wakes up and asks for Taylor? I mean nothing to her. "I dunno. I guess start from square one."
 
"Man, that sucks." he rubbed the top of his head, looking down.
 
I didnt want to answer. The worst part; she was just starting to warm up to me. I could feel it. We were acting like a couple, in a way. She doesnt even remember it now... It's all nothing.
 
"She wants him. She loves him." I whipsered, getting up. I got up too quickly, and my sight started to fade, my ears started to ring. I reached out and held onto a wall, keeping me up right.
 
"Would ya stop doing that?" Trey said, his voice getting closer. I could feel his hand on my arm. Slowly, my sight returned. There was still a slight ringing in my ear.
 
"I cant help it. Damn medication makes me dizzy." I was starting to feel pain again in my ribs.
 
"Well it only happens when you get up to fast. C'mon, lets go back to your room so we can stop whispering." he helped me out of the room, closing the door quietly. He walked at my pace, which was slow, because of my ribs. Thank God my room was only next door, I could only handle walking short distances.
 
Trey sat down in the chair by my bed, and I sat up on it.
 
I always seemed to be the one to break the silence. "What am I gonna do when she wakes up wanting him. I just want her happ-" I stopped, seeing my doctor peek in.
 
"Knock knock!" he cheered. "You're awake."
 
"I couldnt sleep. Not since I woke up an hour ago." I wasnt going to tell him the real reason why.
 
"How are your ribs treating you?" he checked some monitors and timers, though I had got off the IV when I woke up.
 
"Pain is dull... But it's there." I replied.
 
"Well, we're gonna have to put you back on the IV. I know, everyone hates it, but its the only way we can get the meds in you." There's no pill for broken ribs...
 
I rolled my eyes, holding my arm out so he could prick me again. It wasnt my favorite thing to do, but if it delt with the pain, then I was willing to endure it.
 
The doctor left quietly, setting a timer before he left. I was only allowed on the IV for 30 minutes at a time, or it could knock me out. Thats how they got me to sleep last night, but I wasnt tired now.
 
"Where's Nicolette?" I looked at my phone for the time. It was almost 5 am.
 
"The staff sent her home to sleep. She wouldnt quit crying... she's just devastated." he explained, checking his phone as well.
 
"I dont understand why though... Isnt she happy Kendall remembers her? I mean shes the only one Kendall can remember, out of all of us." I was envious of her.
 
"According to Nicolette, they 'went through a lot in the past two years' and 'things wont be the same'." he used air quotes around what Nicolette had said, but I still wasnt understanding.
 
"She should be happy. She's the only one that can talk to her without her crying. We dont have that..." I couldnt imagine what she had to be upset about.
 
"Yeah. She's lucky. But she's adjusting just like we are." he was probably being so understanding because Nicolette was his girlfriend.
 
I took in a deep breath, rubbing my forehead. No one was understanding me, not even Trey. "Well I'm starting to feel kinda tired, I'm gonna see if I can get some sleep." I lied.
 
"Yeah I should probably go home. My parents are probably worried. They're keeping yours updated. Anything you want me to tell them?" he grabbed his jacket off the couch, slipping it on.
 
I totally forgot about my parents. They were in Florida this week for my cousins wedding. I decided not to go because of finals.
 
"Uh, just tell them I'm okay." he nodded, securing his beanie before leaving.
 
I searched around for my phone again, thanking my lucky stars I got his number during the incident. I shot him a text, immediately regretting it afterwards.
 
But if it meant Kendall was happy, then I would do anything.
 
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Kendall's POV
 
I gripped the leather on his jacket, holding him with every fiber of my being. It was my first time on a motocycle, but I was surprisingly calm. It was probably because I was glued to my anchor, Taylor. He's my everything.
 
We rode down a winding street in the middle of the city. But no one was out... I looked around more, noticing that not one single person was out. No cars, bikes, walkers, or wildlife. "Taylor, where is everyone?"
 
He turned his head around, looking me in the eyes. His chocolate brown eyes just melted my heart. It almost made me forget that he wasnt looking at the road. Almost.
 
"Taylor, eyes on the road." I laughed nervously, his lack of focus making me uncomfortable. He continued to gaze into my eyes, a bright toothy smile lighting up his face.
 
I looked where we were headed: straight for a wall. "Taylor! Watch where your going! Look!" but he didnt turn. I looked back at the wall, but it was gone. Instead, I saw a group of people standing in a widespread line. One boy stood out to me. He stared at me with a hard expression, his jaw tight. As we neared the line, his expression got softer, but he looked emotionally hurt.
 
As we got closer, the motorcycle started to move in slow motion. Taylor leaned back, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I looked back at where we were headed, and the wall had returned. The front tire slowly pushed through the wall, disappearing without the wall budging. The front of the motorcycle phased through, and so did Taylor. Once he faded through the wall, everything returned to normal pace, and I smashed head first into the hard brick wall.
 
My sight was shut off, everything was white. I reached my hands out infront of me, searching for anything. I jolted up with a gasp, realizing it was a nightmare.
 
I looked around; I was in a hospital bed, straped to an IV. I looked around, not seeing anyone. I thought it was starting over again, so I started to panic. My breathing was short and quick, and I started to call for help. Why was I here?!
 
The door quickly opened and a boy about my age ran in. "Kendall, you're awake!" he came to my side, grabbing my hand. I assumed he was trying to calm me down, but he just alarmed me more.
 
"Who are you? How do you know my name?!" I pulled my hand from his, recoiling into my bed.
 
He looked as though his stomach dropped into his stomach. He back away a little, his mouth open. He didnt say a thing, so I called out again. Then my mother came in holding a little boy, about a year old.
 
"Kendall! Oh thank God you're awake! Are you alright? Trey and I were worried sick! You know you're lucky he got to you!" she was stroking my hair, wiping tears from my face.
 
"Why am I here? Who's Trey?" I saw that the boy that came in earlier was still in the room, looking at my mom in shock.
 
My mom slowed down a little. "Well honey dont you remember? You were mugged..." she explained gently.
 
"Mugged? By who? Where's Taylor?" I was scared now, so I cried harder.
 
"Oh, no..." my mom set the child down on the bed. "Do you know who this is?"
 
"No, I've never seen him in my life. Where's Taylor?" I wanted to get up to see if he was outside, but she held me down.
 
"Trey go get the doctor..." the boy in the corner left the room and my mom squeezed my hand. "How old are you honey?"
 
I wiped my eyes; "Fifteen."
 
"What year is it?" she asked.
 
"Why are you asking me such stupid questions? It's 2010." I started to feel a sharp throbbing in my head. I reached up, touching what felt like bandages on my head. "What's on my head?"
 
She just kept shaking her head, saying 'no'. "Mom, you're scaring me... Where's Taylor?"
 
Just then a flood of people entered the room. The boy and the doctor, a pretty brunette, a tall stocky boy, a skinny blonde boy, and Nicolette. Thank god, a familiar face...
 
But apparently I was familiar to all of them. They kept calling my name, saying I had them worried, or they were glad I finally woke up. The skinny blonde boy held up his hands, silencing everyone. "Guys, she probably wants to see Justin..."
 
"He's not awake yet..." said the brunette girl. They all exchanged uncomfortable glances before looking back at me.
 
"How's your head feel?" said the muscly boy. He cupped my shoulder, rubbing my arm. I leaned away from him, and he stopped, his hand hovering where my arm used to be. He put his hand down at his side. "What's wrong?"
 
There was a lot of commotion in the room and people talking and touching me. I didnt know or understand these people or what they were saying... and my head was pounding. Amoung the commotion I started to cry quietly to myself.
 
Then the doctor spoke up. "Okay, everyone, I would like to speak to Kendall and her mother alone. I can see this is very overwhelming for Kendall, so if you all would just step out side for a moment?"
 
They all left, kind of dazed and confused. The boy who brought the doctor in and Nicolette were the last to leave. He placed his hand on her back, and I saw her cry a little. "She doesnt remember anything..." she whispered. How did I hear that?
 
The door clicked shut quietly and the doctor pulled up a chair next to my bed, a clip board in his hand. "Okay Kendall, I'm going to ask you some questions, maybe fill in some blanks for you here. Is that alright?" I nodded slowly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Okay. Let's start with the basic's. How do you feel?"
 
"My head hurts..." I murmured, feeling the bandage on my head. I felt around, finding my hair. The bandage was wrapped around my head like a headband; a little past my hairline on the top and on down behind my ears and meeting at the back of my neck.
 
"Alright, what about your arm?" he asked, writing something down and then looking back up at me.
 
"My arm?" I looked at the side of my left arm, seeing a scrape. It went from the top of my shoulder to my elbow, looking like I brushed past a sand paper wall. I touched it lightly with my finger tips, and it stung. I immediately stopped touching it, looking at the doctor. He got up, holding my arm in his hands. He slowly bended it like a normal arm, looking at my face to see if it was causing me pain. It was a little sore, but it wasnt broken.
 
He moved on to the next question. "What is today date?"
 
I racked my brain for the answer. Well lets see. Yesterday was Friday, so today must be Saturday. I knew it was May, but I wasnt sure if it was the 6th or the 7th. "Saturday, May 6th, 2010."
 
The doctor raised his eyebrows, writing something down. "What did you have for dinner last night?"
 
I thought a little, but my mind was blank. "I dont remember..."
 
He nodded, slipping his pen into his coat pocket. "Alright. Do you remember what happened last night?" he asked, taking his glasses off.
 
Again, I tried my hardest to remember. I was pretty sure I went on a date... "I was at my boyfriends house. His name is Taylor. We watched a movie and then he dropped me off at home. I went inside, took a shower, and then went to bed. Then I woke up here..." I looked at the doctor, who was looking at my mother.
 
My mom spoke carefully. "Taylor and Kendall dated for two years, starting when she was 14."
 
"We still are dating..." I corrected her. "Is he outside?" I just wanted to see him. I dont know how I got here, and I dont know if he was involved, so I dont know if he's okay...
 
"No, sweetheart." my mom said, holding my hand.
 
"Please tell me he's okay..." my eyes started to water. "What happened?"
 
"He's alright. He wasnt involved." she assuerd me.
 
"Let's focus on you right now, Kendall." the doctor stated, trying to get us back on track. "Where were you born?"
 
"In Los Angeles on January 7th, 1996." we'd moved to Ontario when I was 8.
 
My mom nodded, as if she was confirming my information.
 
"Does the name Justin ring a bell?" he asked, looking at his clipboard briefly.
 
"Justin..." I met a Justin when we moved to Ontario... "I remember one from my childhood, but I havent talked to him since fourth grade..."
 
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Justin's POV
 
"Wait, so let me get this straight... She took her shirt off, in front of you. And then she asked you to sleep with her?"
 
"No, Trey, she didn't ask me to sleep with her. I mean, she did... I guess... But not the way your thinking of it. She wanted me to sleep next to her..." I had been explaining Kendall and I's crazy night to Trey for an hour now, and he still wasnt getting it.
 
"Dude, you totally had your chance. You blew it!" Trey tossed his hat up into the air while laying down on my bed. The hat rose and fell back into his hands, where he continued to toss it up again.
 
"But wait, I haven't told you everything." I was aimlessly spinning in circles in my desk chair. I heard Trey scoff, as if he didn't believe me. I struggled to gain my barrings, so I just spoke while still spinning. "Well she asked me for advice. She said she really likes this guy, but she doesn't know how to tell him..."
 
Suddenly I was being pelted by shoes and Trey's hat. I lost my balance on the chair and was flung out onto the floor. "Dude!"
 
"Are you serious?! You had two chances!" Trey yelled, sitting up now. He grabbed a pillow off my bed, chucking it at me while I was still on the floor.
 
"I don't think shes talking about me..." I grunted, getting off the floor. I sat on the edge on the bed, my hands clasped in my lap.
 
Trey scooted to sit next to me. "Well who else would she be talking about?"
 
"I dunno. I'm hanging out with her again tonight..." I looked at my watch, it was almost 10. Kendall had texted me after lunch with her grandmother, saying they were gonna catch a late movie.
 
"What time?" Trey questioned, checking his phone. He had a text from Nicolette, of course, them being in constant contact. He quickly ticked away a message on his new iPhone 5, which he was already accustomed to.
 
I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "Uh, she should be on her way home now. She said she would text me when she-" I was interrupted by the sound of my phone vibrating from the desk. Trey and I exchanged glances briefly before both jumping up and running to the desk. Luckily I snatched my phone before he did.
 
"Hey, Ken doll." Trey rolled his eye's at my sappy nickname.
 
"Look out your window!" she whispered. She almost sounded drunk...
 
"Alright just let me-" Upon hearing a click, I turned my attention to my phone. She hung up. "Oh, the call must've dropped..."
 
"She hung up?" Trey asked, pushing my curtains aside.
 
"Maybe." I looked out the window at her window, not seeing a thing. Her room was dark... Then I saw a light down in the ally. I opened the window and leaned out, looking down at Kendall standing next to the dumpster. She has a smile spread across his face, pointing at her hand as she dropped two beer cans into the bin. They were the empty cans that didn't make it in the bin earlier.
 
"Kendall Elizabeth Janes, get out of there." Trey said, leaning out the window. She simply stuck her tongue out at him.
 
"Janes, you're one classy character." I chuckled, getting out onto the ledge. Trey was just about to push me out the window...
 
"Thanks!" she winked, curtsying. "You know I can't litter. I'm to innocent."
 
I started to climb down the fire escape latter down to the ally. "I'd make a mess upon that innocence..." I said in my best suave voice.
 
She giggled, backing away from me. "Not if you cant catch me..." Her tone was more of a challenge.
 
"Sounds like a challenge, Kenny doll." I jumped the last two steps, landing on the ally floor.
 
"Oh, that's a new name." she beckoned, still backing away.
 
"I'm getting creative in my old age." I broke out into a run, and she ran around the corner, disappearing from my sight. Her laugh became infectious. I rounded the corner, her happiness coming to a screeching halt.
 
Nothing I could ever do could prepare me for what I saw.
 
How would you prepare to see your best friend being held at the neck with a gun pressed to her head.
 
How would you react.
 
How would you negotiate your best friends life.
 
"Let her go."
 
"Easy now, slim. Toss your wallet over and she'll return safe." he was a tall, medium size man. I could probably take him, but not alone.
 
I slowly reached my hand into my pocket, Kendall's eyes wide. "Justin, no." she stuttered, her chest rising and falling as fast as my heart-beat.
 
"That's enough from you!" the man said, pulling her closer, practically crushing her. She closed her eyes, her hands flying to her neck, where his arm was tightly wound.
 
"Don't hurt her! Here..." I threw my wallet behind me. "If you let her go, you can run to the wallet and get out easier, that way. Now let her go."
 
"I wish I could... But..."
 
"Don't you dare lay a finger on her! Let her go! I gave you what you wanted!" I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her face was starting to turn a dark red. I had to do something...
 
Then Trey rounded the corner, coming to a halt behind me. He was silent, his eyes almost as wide as Kendall's.
 
"Don't take another step! I'll end her!" he yelled, backing away with Kendall as he saw Trey.
 
"Just let her go. My friend and I will stand against the wall and you can run by, grab my wallet and leave. Don't hurt her." my tone was low, consoling.
 
"Fine then, against the wall! Hurry up!" he pushed the tip of the gun farther into Kendall's head, making her whine. Trey immediately pressed himself to the wall, his hands up. I followed, watching the man carefully.
 
"Now let her go." I watched his every move, as if my life was moving in slow motion. My heart was in my throat, my palms sweating.
 
The man chuckled. "Some people don't keep their promises."
 
"No!" Kendall screamed, kicking and screaming and he cocked the gun. She pushed and shoved but he just griped her neck tighter. I lunged at him, thinking I could grab the gun before he had time to think about it. He threw Kendall down onto the ground, her head slamming into the concrete.
 
He pointed the gun at me, holding it with both hands. "Take another step closer and I'll shoot!" I didn't listen. I shoved the gun to the side, punching his straight in the face. That stunned him for a moment while I tried to get the gun out of his hands. I wasn't thinking. I was in rage. I didn't care if I was shot, if it meant Kendall was safe.
 
I got one hand off the gun, which he used the punch me in the lip. I could feel my lip bust open, but I kept fighting. I saw Trey rush to Kendall's side. She was unconscious. He grabbed her arm, propping her up so he could throw her over his shoulder. He held onto her legs and ran faster than I had ever see him run.
 
He continued to beat me with his free hand, gripping the gun with the other. I refused to use a hand to protect myself; I wanted that gun. But my palms were so slippery that I couldn't get his last hand off it. I took one final blow to the eye and I was down. But I was done. I kept kicking him, and he stumbled away from me, shoving the gun in his jacket pocket.
 
"Arent you going to shoot me? Finish me off?" I gasped, my side in sharp pain.
 
He laughed at me. "The gun isn't even loaded." I was conscious long enough to see him grab my wallet and run off.
 
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Kendall's POV
 
I almost wanted to wake up alone... But I knew I wouldn't. Why would I want to wake up alone?
 
Well one, I probably looked a mess.
 
And two, you know something serious went down if you wake up in the arms of your best friend...
 
It was actually kinda nice, his arms wound around my waist, my hands against his strong chest. His hands were the only thing keeping my bare back warm.
 
Wait, bare?
 
I jolted up with a gasp, breaking his hold on me. His eyes opened as I clenched my duvet to cover my body.
 
"What happened?" he said, just as shocked as I was.
 
A strand of my hair fell in my face, but I didn't dare sacrifice covering my chest to move it. "Why aren't I wearing a shirt? Where are my clothes..." I said looking around to room.
 
"It's in the bathroom... you probably dont remember taking it off." he chuckled, getting up. "You were pretty gone..." he walked into the bathroom, returning within a few moments with two shirts, one of which was mine. He tossed it to me, turning around to put on his own. His back was so... muscular. His white shirt feathered down his back as he pulled it on. "Do you have it on?" he asked, still turned.
 
I looked down at my shirt in my hands. "Uh, just a sec." I said, quickly putting my shirt on. "You can turn around now."
 
He walked over to the bed, sitting down on the side he woke up on. "Why was I shirtless?" I asked, sitting up now.
 
Justin sighed, rubbing his face. "Well you said you were getting tired. You went into the bathroom for some reason and kept telling me you were tired so I was gonna take you to bed... Then you took your shirt off and passed out in my arms, so I put you to bed. I was gonna sleep on the couch but... you... uhm-"
 
"Spit it out, Justin." I was getting upset. I shouldnt have challenged him with the drinking...
 
"You were.... shivering! Yeah, shivering. So I wanted to keep you warm." he ran his fingers through his carmel hair, and suddenly, I wasn't mad anymore. He was just trying to be there for me. Plus, I had to remember how good it felt to wake up next to him.
 
"I'm sorry..." I said, looking down at my twiddling thumbs.
 
He took his hand out of his hair. "For what?"
 
"For getting that...drunk." I had to admit, it was fun, for the first hour I remember doing it. But I probably wouldn't do it like that again.
 
He just laughed lightly at me. "It was fun. I had fun."
 
"Good," I said, getting up and starting to collect the empty beer cans on the floor. "Because I'm never doing that again."
 
"Oh, c'mon Kendall. You had fun, I know you did." he smiled, like he actually did know something.
 
"What did I tell you..." I froze where I was, staring at him.
 
He smirked down at his hands before looking up at me. "Nothing." he shrugged.
 
"Justin!" I screeched, jumping on him. "What did I tell you?!"
 
He fought to get me off, finally tickling me away. "Nothing! I promise." he was still smiling, but I assumed it was from me making physical contact with him.
 
I sat down crisscrossed on the bed, pushing my bangs behind my ear. "Fine... I believe you." There were a lot of things I could have told him. I think I've buried them too far psychologically that drunk me couldn't dig them up.
 
"Here, let me help you clean up the cans." he got up, grabbing my little blue trash can from underneath my desk.
 
"No, are you an idiot? My parents will see them. Can't we put them in your backpack?" I grabbed his red jansport off the floor, unzipping it.
 
He put the trash can down. "I have a better idea..." he leaned out the window, looking down. "Yeah, its open!"
 
I crossed the room, leaning out with him. He was looking down at the dumpster below his window, so across the ally from mine. It has an aluminum top on it that is usually closed to keep the stench in, but it was just emptied and the lid didn't close when the trash truck put it down.
 
Justin grabbed a can from my hand, tossing it freethrow style down into the bin. It landed with a quiet clunk. I smiled, throwing one in myself. It bounced off the brick wall above the bin, falling in.
 
"Oh! Nice oneee." Justin said, taking two from my hands. He flattened them into circles, shooting them in like frisbee's. I tossed three more down, but one unlucky one caught a breeze and fell in front of the bin. Justin nudged my shoulder, chuckling inwardly. I shrugged it off. I would pick it up later.
 
Justin made the rest of the shots, making each one of them fancier than the other. I quit early in the game, since he was having much more fun doing it than I was.
 
There was a knock at the door; "Kendall? You awake?" my mother called from the other side of my door. Justin quickly lept out onto the ledge, closing the window. I closed my curtains quickly, and jumped into bed.
 
She opened the door quietly, poking her head in. "Kendall?"
 
I opened my eyes as if I had just woken up. "Hey mom, morning." I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
 
"Morning!" she beamed, coming in. "Why were you sleeping with the lights on?" she asked, noticing how they were on when she walked in.
 
Shoot. I must be the stupidest person alive. "Uhm, I must have fallen asleep studying..." I said, looking around to see if there were any books near by. There were some on my desk, cracked open.
 
"You're such a book worm." she said, picking up my copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower off the floor near my bed. I sighed, remembering I dropped it there two nights ago.
 
I laughed a little, releasing some air from my lungs. My mom moved towards the window. "Its so... yellow in here. Your lights have that effect." she said, putting her hands on the curtains.
 
"No!" I said, just as she ripped them apart. No Justin in sight.
 
"What's the matter?" she said, looking back at me. "You don't want your curtains open?"
 
I sighed again, covering my face with my hands. The light still hurt my eyes a little. "No, its fine. I just don't want the cold to get in. I heard it snowed 3 inches last night."
 
"Oh, yes it did!" she closed the curtains again. "It was quite a blizzard last night. Your father and I were forced to stay at Maria's over night! The roads were closed." she explained. Lucky me...
 
"Well I'm gonna get in the shower." I got up slowly, walking towards my closet to get my robe.
 
"Good idea." she said, flying to my door. "Grandma is coming over today. It's her birthday, we're taking her to lunch, so dress nicely!" she left without another word, closing my door.
 
I opened the door to my closet, grabbing my robe off the door hook on the inside. Just as I walked by my bed to go near the bathroom, my phone buzzed. I approached my lit-up iPhone and saw a text from Justin.
 
Justy Bear ♥: The warden gone?
 
I walked to my curtains shoving them open again. There he was crouching on my terrace. I opened the window, looking out. "How did you do that?!" I hissed quietly, bracing myself for the cold.
 
"What?" he said, reaching down into my room and grabbing his backpack. I gasped, I couldn't believe my mom didn't notice it.
 
I shook my head. "Nevermind. I have to take a shower. We'll hang out tonight. I have to go to lunch with my Grandma..."
 
Justin nodded, a small smile spreading across his face. "Alright. Text me when you're back here..." he stood up, getting ready to jump to the other ledge.
 
"Alright." I closed the window, watching him jump to his ledge and slide into his room.
 
What a strange boy I'm in love with.
 
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Justin's POV
 
I somehow felt like crap for making her do this to herself. I mean, I didn't make her, did I? No, she chose to. But I instigated it.
 
By now, Kendall had finished 9 of the 12 beers I brought, and there was still 2 left. You, of course, know what that means... yes, I only had one beer. No way I was gonna miss Kendall getting drunk! I mean, I'm not one of those guys who would get a girl drunk, take advantage of her when shes weakest just so she couldn't remember it in the morning. I just honestly wanted to see what shes like tipsy.
 
She's hilarious.
 
At first I believed her when she told me she had drank before, by the pace she was drinking by, but then she finally spilled the beans.
 
"Psst, Justin. C'mon here. I have a secret." she said, placing his palm on my chest, her fingers turning my chin towards her.
 
"Yes?" I asked quietly.
 
"I lied. This is my first time drinking." she pouted, stroking my cheek. "Are you mad at me for lying?"
 
I just laughed at her. And myself. I couldn't believe I was such a dumb ass to believe her in the first place.
 
Now, Kendall was slowly fading to sleep. Just as I thought she was asleep, she slowly crept out of bed, going into the bathroom. I thought she was going to throw up, so I followed her inside. She was standing in the middle of the room, looking at herself in the mirror.
 
"Kendall, what are you doing?" I placed a hand on her shoulder, trying not to scare her. She immediately whipped around, placing her hands on my chest, closing the space between us. She took my hand placing it on the zipper to her Juicy jacket. "Nothing, what are you doing?" she said sweetly, almost like she was trying to act innocent. She began to pull down on my hand, trying to get me to unzip her jacket. I let go if the small silver 'j' in my hand, stopping myself.
 
She looked up at me. "What?" she pouted, like she wanted me to take her clothes off.
 
"Kendall, what are you trying to do?" I asked her, holding her up slightly. She was leaning more and more into me as time went on.
 
"I'm just.... really tired." she slurred. "I'm ready to go to sleep."
 
"Well then lets go back to bed..." I reasoned, taking a step back towards the bedroom with her.
 
"Wait." she grabbed onto my shirt, pulling it above my head and off my neck. Her left hand slipped around my neck, her right hand sliding down my chest to the zipper on my jeans.
 
"Woah, Kendall, whats going on..." this time I actually wanted a real answer, but I knew I wasn't getting one.
 
"I just want you to be comfortable." she said, her hand lingering around my belt loops.
 
"I am." I assured her. "Aren't you?"
 
"No." she said, taking her jacket off herself since I wouldn't. "Better." she said, completely letting loose. If I wasn't holding onto her, she would have dropped to the floor.
 
"C'mon Kendall, we're going back to bed. You're drunk." I lifted her slightly, expecting a snarky remark from her, but she was silent. She passed out.
 
I chuckled, carrying her into the bedroom and laying her down in bed. I pulled her bedspread over her, covering her spanky & bra clad body. Then I debated whether so sleep in the bed with her, or on her little futon couch across the room. I would be the respectable thing to sleep on the futon, so I decided to do so. Just as I was laying down on the couch, I heard her call my name.
 
I turned around; "Yeah?" she was sitting up now, and she had rolled all the way over to the left side of the bed, farthest from the window. "Come sleep over here." she whined, near tears, almost like I had stabbed her in the heart by deciding to sleep on the couch.
 
I though for a moment, wondering if I should argue with her, but I decided against it. I could always leave in the middle of the night if I wanted to.
 
I approached the right side of the bed, sliding in, and laying down. She crawled over, curling up into my chest. I placed my hand on the small of her back, and she pressed into me further. Her lips grazed the back of my jaw, near my neck. "Justin." she breathed, sending a shiver down my spine. She was making this so hard on me, but I wont disrespect her like that.
 
"Yes?" I whispered. I actually wasnt aware if her parents were home yet or not...
 
"I need some advice." she pressed her hand on my stomach, pushing up towards my collar bone.
 
"Sure." I swallowed.
 
"There's this guy. You know a lot about him. He likes me... But I dont know how to tell him that I like him back..." she now had her hands on my shoulders.
 
"Well... I think you should just.... tell him." I managed to say.
 
"You think?" she hummed, again sending a shiver through me.
 
"Of course." I moved my hands to her hips, trying to calm down.
 
"Thanks." she sighed. "You're great." she remained where she was, her lips inches from my ear. I could feel her slowly drift to sleep, her body going limp.
 
I sighed, relaxing a little. She had to know how hard this was for me...
 
I let my musceles relax, relizing how tense I was. I felt the heat of her body against mine, the touch of her skin on my stomach as her chest rose and fell. I had butterflys, beating against my ribs, trying to escape. Her lips were so close, but I wouldnt dare. I kissed her forehead, drifting to sleep.
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Kendall's POV
 
"Can't you explain it one more time?" Justin pleaded, looking up from his Chemistry textbook.
 
"I've already explained it three times Justin! All you have to do is write down the symbol for the element, lasso the charges, and if the charges can be reduced, reduce them!" We had been studying for three hours on a subject that only took me fifteen minutes to pick up.
 
"I'm fucked." Justin sighed, laying his head on his desk. I scooted over, rubbing his back. "Yeah, you are." I giggled. He whined into his book, sounding like he was giving up. "I'm sorry. I did all I could."
 
There was a small silence, and then he turned his head to face me, his cheek still sitting on the desk. "You give good back scratches." he smiled with joy, letting his eyes close slightly. He yawned, scooting closer to me. "I'm tired."
 
I sighed. "Well, how do you usually stay awake while studying?"
 
His eyes opened again and he chuckled. "I drink." I rolled my eyes. "Of course you do, thats why you dont retain any information. You get drunk off your ass and then in the morning you dont remember a thing. That makes sense, Justin."
 
He sat up. "Like you know what it's like." he shot me a smirk.
 
Justin, being the Kendall know all he is, knows that I have never drank a drop of alcohol in my life. Well, he thinks he knows.
 
"I do." I said, playing along. He chuckled a little, raising his eyebrows. "Oh you do?" he asked coyly, leaning back slightly.
 
"Yes, I do." I said, closing my book and setting my elbow on it, resting my chin in my palm.
 
"Well then, willing to back up your words with action?" he bounced his eye brows, thinking that I wouldnt take his wager.
 
Well he was wrong.
 
"Sure. Whatever." I shrugged, agreeing to whatever he meant. I actually had no idea what I was getting myself into.
 
He immediately got up; "Alright, be right back." he slipped out the window, jumping into his room.
 
"Shooooot." I said to myself, running my fingers through my hair. I got up from my desk, throwing all my school stuff in my bag. I started pacing around my room, not knowing what to do. What was I preparing for?
 
I heard a bang and a sort of a 'clink' noise coming from the window. "Kendall!" I heard Justin whisper, and I flew to the window. Justin was sitting on his window sill, one leg out, with a case of beer in his hand.
 
"How are you gonna jump with that in your hand?!" I was starting to panic, because I knew he would jump, even if I told him not to. He chuckled, holding up a finger. I waited a second as he shoved the pack into a old jansport, which he zipped up and strapped to his back. He stood up on his sill, holding his hands up. "Happy?" he chuckled.
 
I nodded, moving to the side so he could get in. He jumped from his sill to mine, slipping back into my room. He landed with a huge thud. "Youre so lucky my parents arent home." Usually, I wouldve cared how loud he was because of my parents.
 
He simply laughed. "Youre lucky my parents arent home. This isnt my beer..." he said, setting the bag on my bed and pulling out the pack. He took two out, popping one open and handing it to me. "Well..."
 
I kind of just looked at it. He chuckled. "I knew you wouldnt do it." he smiled, taking a swing of it. I smirked, snatching the unopened one and plopping down on my bed. I snapped it open, looking down at it quickly before taking a swing. I looked at him as he watched me in awe. "What?" I asked, sitting criss-cross. "You've never seen a girl drink beer before?" I smirked.
 
He took another sip and then sat with me, laying down on my pillows. "Didnt know you had it in ya, Ken Doll." he joked.
 
"Yeah, neither did I..."
 
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Justin's POV
 
"Yeesh Kendall, how did you even get your license?" I wondered aloud, pushing the door to Kendall's black Lexus open.
 
"The roads are slippery!" She whined, locking the doors. She was right. It was about 34 degrees out, and it snowed a little last night. I shrugged my shoulders, letting the topic slide. We approached the school, meeting up with our usual group of friends. We always met at the fountain outside the school.
 
We were a pretty tight knit group of friends; there was no separation between the guys and the girls. We shared everything with everyone. One time Dylan got mono from this chick he hooked up with, and we all had it within a week of him becoming sick.
 
"Well if it isn't the love birds?" Zack blurted, turning everyone's attention to us as we approached.
 
"You could say that..." I said with an edge of sarcasm in my voice. I looked down at Kendall, who was blushing, looking down at her fingers, playing with them. She did that whenever she was uncomfortable. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, squeezing the top of her arm. "I'm just messing with you." I said reassuringly. She looked up at me and smiled, a small "I know." escaping her lips.
 
I'm not sure if Kendall knows how much she means to me. I value her more than a friend, but I don't want to push her into anything she's not ready for. I've been dropping hints for a while.
 
I let go of her, letting her wander over to talk to Danielle, her best friend. Danielle greeted her with a smile and a hug, as usual. Danielle's one of those bubbly, outgoing people. Most people are surprised that Kendall and Danielle get along as well as they do, Kendall being as shy as she is. Danielle brings out the best in her.
 
I was jolted back to reality with a pat on the back by my best friend, Trey. "Someone's smitten." he joked, watching me looking at Kendall. I nodded, turning my attention to him. "She's great." I sighed, looking back at her. She turned to see us looking, putting a simple smile on her face and waving at Trey. Trey smiled back, raising his hand to acknowlegde her.
 
"Dude why arent you guys dating..." Trey asked, standing infront of me. "You guys have had a thing for almost three months now..."
 
I nodded, looking down again. "I know. I'm not going to push her into anything she doesnt want to do, though. I'm not a douche."
 
Trey held me by the shoulders, "Yeah, but at some point you just have to suck it up and tell her how you feel!" I shook away from him. "You dont think I've done that? She just doesnt know yet, I'm fine with that. I'm not in a rush."
 
"In a rush to get it in?" Zach said, coming behind me, pretending to hump me. I chuckled, pushing him off. "Sicko." I laughed. Zach was always the loud spoken, crude one. Dylan was more of the funny, Vinny Guadagnino type of guy. And then there was Trey, always looking out for me. He could be a bit pushy, but thats how he gets what he wants. Especially when it comes to girls, which brings me to introduce Nicolette.
 
Nicolette and Kendall have been best friends since they were very little. Nicolette means everything to Kendall, and Kendall means everything to Nicolette. They do everything together, and they know every detail about each other.
 
Nicolette is great, shes kinda shy, which is great for her and Trey. Theyre complete opposites, so they bring out the best in each other. Theyve been dating for almost a year now.
 
By now the girls had wandered over and joined the guys huddle, talking about finals and grades. Kendall was standing next to me quietly, her hands held together tightly infront of her. She was shivering a bit.
 
"You cold?" I asked, looking at her hands. She looked up at me, nodding. "Yeah, just a little. My hands, mainly. I forgot my gloves in the car."
 
"I'll grab them for you if you want? The car is just over there." I said, pointing my thumb at the car. She shook her head, grabbing my arm. "No, no you dont have to. Class starts soon anyways." I could feel the chill of her hands through my jacket. I grabbed them with my hands, warming them up. She smiled, giggling a little. "Thanks."
 
"Get it Justy Bear!" Zach yelled, bringing everyones attention to Kendall and I.
 
"Hey, only I can call him that!" Kendall protested, defending me.
 
"God, just date already." Dylan sighed, sitting down on the edge of the fountain.
 
"Agreed." Trey said, sitting with him.
 
"I second that motion." Nicolette piped in, sitting on Trey's lap.
 
"Nico...." Kendall growled, giving her a glare. She raised her eyebrows in return, as if to say "it's true". I smiled, looking down and letting go of her hands. "I should head off to class. See you after school?" I asked, holding the strap to my backpack on my back. She nodded, her brown hair falling over her shoulders.
 
She couldnt be more beautiful, and no more mine than an A in Chemistry.
 
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